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... nty, don't come to us later." ”

The Webster's abacus slammed and felt that he would go back to the country to get the house and the field, and then return to the county.

Duan Dongzi saw that they agreed to quickly buy eight acres of land and two acres of land in Tiejia Village, and then they were given six earthen houses.

Given Duan Honglang’s twenty-two silver money, Duan Dongzi said: “This is the last time we gave you money. When it is used up, there will be no more.”

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